Finally he accepted to go to hajj, provided that no one would be informed about it. He asked his son: "Is your wife ok with you coming with me to Hajj?"
He said: "Yes, of course."
When it was the time to go to hajj, he found out that some people had been informed that he's going to Hajj. He cha...

I still could not believe it;
With a trembling hand, I opened the envelope containing Ayatollah Bahjat’s will.
I read but did not understand it;
The words passed before my eyes in rows.
I thought I had skipped a line,
I moved back and read it again.
I read it for the third time, I was right:
"Make u...

A year and a half after his death, we still could not find a proper sentence to write on his tomb stone.
I was thinking of what to be written on it and who to write it.
But I could not find anything appropriate.
I consulted with friends. They brought me some texts.
A calligrapher volunteered to writ...

Frail and gasping, he took steps with full effort, with his son holding his hand.
His son was concerned, and he was aware of the son’s worries.
After a few steps, he stood, turned to the son and said smilingly,
Such and such a person says that he's afraid of death, but I think dying is very easy….
D...

I hit my hand against the bookshelf, and it was wounded deeply.
I had a surgery, and the wound was treated.
A few months later, we were in Mashhad and my hand was very painful. I hid my pain and did not say anything.
One day, while I was busy with my work, Ayatollah Bahjat said,
“I discovered that …...

We heard a loud pattering sound from the kitchen. I went to kitchen quickly.
The kitchen had a burning smell.
Ayatollah Bahjat also came to the kitchen.
He found out about the incident from my looking at the refrigerator.
He smiled.
I turned to Ayatollah Bahjat and certain about his accepting my req...

I owed some religious taxes,
I did not know where and to whom I had to pay it,
I lived in Denmark and didn’t know anyone to help me.
I resorted to Imam Mahdi, may God hasten his reappearance,
After so many days, nothing happened.
One Friday afternoon, I remembered Imam Mahdi,
There was a lump in my ...

Fifty years ago, for the first time,
they met in one of Ayatollah Boroujerdi’s courses.
After the class, they talked for a few minutes, about what they were doing,
their family, their life, and their studies.
Now it was the second time they met; he went toward Ayatollah Bahjat happily to say Salam.
...

After he ate breakfast, for a quarter or twenty minutes, he closed his eyes, sitting.
As if he slept;
When he opened his eye, he took his pen and started writing on waste papers.
That day, he wrote:
"Anyone who is influenced by the Prophet’ household,
He follows in their footsteps.
The drink one is ...